Sex.

God I love sex. I like the beginning bit the best with all the kissing and touching. Usually he’ll grab my skin like a wild animal attacking its prety. That’s always fun. I like the middle bits too, the intense parts when nothing has ever felt better than him inside me. And then I like the ending bits when we lay there and my head fits right into the area between his arm and his side and we sit there making faces under the sheets. But I think I would have to say my least favorite part is the after bit. When the funny faces under the sheets start to become sad and angry faces. When the space you used to lay has changed and become a foreign area. When he no longer touches me, but always places a hand on my best friend. When the smiles go, and its only sad feelings. When you wish you never did it with him to begin with. God I hate sex.